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I pull up in front of a huge speaker as someone asks what I would like. I look over at Lilly, because I have no fuckingclue.
“Um…I’ll have a quarter pounder with cheese meal with a strawberry milkshake and a Flake McFlurry. Oh, and six McNuggets.” I look at her for a few seconds like she just spoke to me in a different language. I turn to try to relay her order when she adds, “Don’t forget the BBQ sauce.” Fuck me, this isnew.
“Can we have a…McPounder cheese meal—” I get interrupted by laughter next to me, which pisses meoff.
“Let me do it,” she says as she leans over towards the speaker. The only thing that makes this whole experience bearable is that she palms my dick through my trousers while placing her order. When she’s done, she sits back in her seat and puts her seatbelt back on. “What?” she asks innocently. “You need to drive to the next window topay.”
I do as I’m told and put the car back in gear. When we get to the window, there’s a young girl stood there with a headset on, waiting for us. It’s impossible to miss the amused smirk on herface.
“Please excuse him. He’s too posh for a place like this. I mean, just look at the car!” Lilly announces before I even get a chance to pull my wallet out to pay. She thrusts her hand across me at the woman, who is now laughing, and takes the note from herhand.
I sit there stunned as Lilly takes her change and sits back like nothinghappened.
“Next window,” sheinstructs.
“Was that necessary?” Iask.
“Well, it’s true. Have you ever been to a McDonald’s before, or a drivethru?”
“No.”
“Exactly—too posh for fast food. I can’t believe you didn’t even go when you were inLondon.”
“I’m not too posh for fast food. I would have been extremely grateful for it when I was a child; I’d have been grateful for any food I could get my hands on. And when I lived in London, it was no different. What we ate was usually free from a skip.” I don’t realise the words fall from my mouth until I see the look on herface.
“I’m so sorry,” she immediately says. “I was just having a laugh.” The mortified look on her face makes me feel a little better about her banter. I do know that she was only messing about. I’m also aware that if I had manned up before now and told her the truth, she wouldn’t put her foot in it like she justdid.
I swallow down my unease of even considering having that conversation when a huge brown bag gets thrust in myface.
“Thank you,” Lilly says politely as she takes the bag and then the tray of drinks. She must see me look at it questioningly. “I figured you’d never had one when you tried ordering, so I ordered double. I thought we could experience you having your first McDonald’s together. Only clause is we have to eat it in thecar.”
“You want to eat that in my car? This car?” I ask, horrified by thethought.
“Yes.”
“Do you have any idea how much this carcost?”
“No clue, posh boy. Now take us somewhere nice—it’s gettingcold.”
Even though she’s brought up memories I’d rather keep locked away, a drunk Lilly is kind of funny. She cares less about what she says and it’s nice to know she’s not holding anything back, saying what she reallythinks.
I pull up into a deserted car park that looks out over the countryside. It’s usually full of ramblers and dog walkers but this time of night there’s no one to beseen.
Lilly immediately rips open the brown bag and starts handing stuff over to me. I can’t lie, I’m fucking starving. I haven’t eaten since this morning, knowing we had reservations, but that all went to shit pretty quickly. So instead of a nice restaurant with award-winning food, I find myself sat in my car eating fast food. I hate to admit it, but I actually enjoy it. Although, that may have more to do with the company than the actualfood.
